An Old Poem from Peru

I wrote this a couple years ago and lost the book it was in.  While looking through a bunch of piano books tonight I discovered the little journal!!  I figured I should share some of these poems before I lose them again :))

There is snow in the Andes

above hills above mountains.

The wind swings the hammocks

and ice feeds the fountains.

Here I lay for a moment:

a blink in time's eye.

Writing poems for nobody

under cloud covered skies.

gotta get back there...soon